Last Straw

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm packing", Christophe replied to the frowning Gregory who stood at the door. Christophe was folding a shirt into his bag, not letting his eyes look at his lover. Gregory gave out a humourless laugh and showed him a disbelieving smile.

"You're going again? Christophe, do I really have to remind you of what day it is tomorrow?" Gregory asked threateningly. Christophe's eyes darkened and he bit the inside of his cheek. Straightening himself up he replied:

"No, you do not. I know that it's the anniversary."

"Usually people say our anniversary", Gregory said obviously hurt. They had been fighting a lot these past months. Christophe was travelling after his job and Gregory usually stayed home. He didn't want to fight again but seeing Christophe leaving the day before their anniversary made him snap, so bad.

"Gregory, don't start bitching about that kind of stuff again. We have never really celebrated it, so there is no reason for you to start weeping over one missed time."

Gregory stared at him, his lips parted and soon starting to quiver. Christophe felt a headache creeping up from his spine annoying him even more.

"Stop that show, no one is here to see it. I'm leaving, the end. That pathetic puppy-look isn't working on me. I'm tired of this shit. I know you were going to go serve your mother, because she is so very, very stressed. "Gregory! Give me the Champaign bottle; I can't do it with my manicured fingers!" You were going to sneak out as soon as I turned my back!" Christophe accused him, face twisted with anger. Gregory gritted his teeth.

"My mother is sick, and you know it very well. Unlike you, I care enough about my family to take care of them when they need me. She has taken care of me and it's my turn to take care of her", Gregory said, furious. Christophe was allowed to mock him but he did not have the right to ridicule his mother.

"Oh really? Tell me Gregory, where was she with her over-stuffed purse, when we were kicked out of our apartment? We were starving, while she was trying to decide, IF SHE SHOULD PUT CAVIAR OR TRUFFEL ON HER FUCKING CRACKER! She hasn't done a shit for our well-being!"

"She was the one who recommended us to the owner of that apartment!"

"We were kicked out because of the motherfucking poodle she brought over, even if it was clear that it wasn't allowed! The fucking police came in questioning us about some illegal animal-farm! It was this close my cover wasn't blown."

Gregory's eyes narrowed and he took two steps towards the brunette. Christophe was flushed from rage and breathing irregularly. When Gregory had reached him he whispered:

"Don't you dare say another bad word about my mother. I'm sick of you bad-mouthing me, her and my family. Now, if you are done packing, it'd be the best for you to leave now. When you come back we will settle when you can move out."

Christophe didn't say anything more; he just grabbed his bag from the bed and jacket from the chair next to it and left the room banging the door shut behind him. Gregory stayed still and listened to the angry stomps fading away, and the exterior door shutting with a similar bang as the other. He waited until he heard the car leaving from the yard and let his tears start flowing down his flushed cheeks. He put a hand in front of his mouth to muffle his sobs, even though there was no one listening. Slumping to the bed, shoulders shaking, he let all of his pain come out in desperate sobs. He gasped for air to be able to cry more and when he felt he couldn't breathe he forced himself to calm down. Regaining his stoic attitude he wiped away his tears and smoothed the wrinkles off of his shirt. He still had to call his mother to inform her about his arrival that evening.

I'll call her and then I'll water the plants...I should probably wash the dishes while I'm at it. Then I'll have to pack myself... Stand straight Gregory, you'll be just fine.

A couple of blocks away, Christophe was speeding through the empty main road. It was too early for anyone else to be driving at that hour, so he didn't have to worry about hitting another car or a pedestrian. When he reached the other side of the town he killed the engine.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit. He really meant it, didn't he?

Christophe sighed out loud and let his head hit the steering wheel. He really had screwed up for the last time.

He's really going to kick me out isn't he? What the fuck has happened?

Without meaning to, he sled his hand against his pocket to feel the corner of his pack of cigarettes. He took it out, shook it twice, and pulled the cigarette out. He threw the pack to the backseat; put the unlighted cigarette between his lips. He raised his head before he flipped his lighter open, and right before he was going to light it, all his movements stopped. He blinked his eyes as he snapped out of his trance.

"No… no, no, no, no!"

The thought of Gregory nagging about his cigarettes and the smoke and lung cancer was the last thing that he needed and of course it had to be only thing he could think of.

Can't a man have a fucking cigarette without having to suffer from memories?!

Christophe spat the cigarette out of the open window, forced the fresh happening brutally from his consciousness, and decided he had wasted enough time on useless self-pity. He started the car and slammed his foot on the paddle. The car screeched from the stress.

I'll work this shit out with him when I come back. I have to do this job first, I need the money more than I need him right now.

Okay dudes, first of all I am so, so freaking sorry this took so long, BUT:

1. these are drabbles so they aren't supposed to be a... very constantly continuing collection with updates every month or so.

2. I was super lazy but still quite busy the summer because of work and school stuff. I could have written something but didn't. Because lazy

3. I'm going to put this on an official hiatus after I write, read through and publish um... two more drabbles I guess... Yeah, the Date and Elections. If you have any information how the president elections go in USA, inform me since lazy to google and find the gold from the shitpile. And I have to go on a fake date to see what a date is supposed to be because this lonely bear has never been on one, no surprise there.

4. About that hiatus, it'll be til like Christmas holidays but I might write something on Autumn holiday, though not update. Also for those who happen to read my shitty SWFM , I'll update it and put it on hiatus too.

Sorry that I make Gregory such a... well such a little bitch, he's so OOC but I'll try to make him more Gregory-like later on :P

So... that's about it I guess. For acting like a sloth blame Tumblr. I have it now. I regret it.

OH YEAH! This is actually one of the beginnings I thought for my numerous multich. fic failures and I thought that it might be a better as a drabble because the continuation failed like majorly.

Reviews are nice. Just a reminder.